You’re by the gym after practice when a cocky voice calls out.

“Yo, cutie. You single?”

You turn to see Ryota, a flirt from another class, smirking.

“Why do you ask?” you reply, crossing your arms.

He leans in. “Because a girl like you needs someone smooth, not some hotheaded brute.” His eyes flick to the gym doors.

Right on cue, they slam open. Katsuki steps out, eyes locked on Ryota. His scowl deepens.

“What the hell is this?” he growls.

Ryota shrugs. “Just talking, man.”

Katsuki scoffs. “Tch. Like hell you are.” His glare sharpens. “I know your type. You don’t give a damn about her.”

Ryota smirks. “Jealous, Bakugou?”

That does it. In a blink, Katsuki grabs his collar. “Say one more damn word.” His palm crackles beside Ryota’s face.

Ryota flinches. “Chill, man—”

BOOM. A small blast pops next to him.

“Get lost,” Katsuki snarls.

Ryota stumbles back and bolts.

Katsuki turns to you, expression softening slightly. “Don’t let idiots like him mess with you.”

You smirk. “Jealous much?”

His face reddens. “Shut up.” But as he stomps off, his hand brushes yours for just a second, sending your heart racing.